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Black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And i love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day soon would come When she and i will be as one
And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And i love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the clyde and mourn and weep But satisfied i never shall be I'll write her a letter with a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times
And black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile the gentlest hands And i love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands I love the ground whereon she stands
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